Page 31 of Dragon in Boots

Should he explain about his Chihuahuas?No, too much.Normal people could only handle so many supernatural reveals in one day.

“I meant that male dragons are solitary creatures and do not become attached so easily, from what I know. If the kitten is in his care, he will protect it.” Though, it was probably a type of companion demon. Maybe one of those vanity demons who also fed off attention, like Bonbon and Gorgonzolina. Only, vanity demons did not require touching. Little-known fact, many Hollywood actors were once vanity demons before the gods banned their kind from the human world.

“Wow.” Jac let out a long breath. “I guess it explains how Heebie healed so quickly. Dash must’ve used his dragon magic or something.”

Damien tried not to laugh. Dragons weren’t wizards. They were highly intelligent, shape-shifting dinosaurs who lived forever, breathed fire, and flew faster than any modern aircraft.Pfft. Nothing magical about them.

“Yes. His dragon magic must’ve healed him,” Damien agreed politely.

“Is he really the last male?” she asked.

“I can’t know for sure, but Cimil thinks he is.”

“I really hate the idea of doing nothing while another species dies out.”

This was good. She was on board.

“But I can’t help you,” she added.

Huh?“Why not?”

“Honestly? I have to think of my sanctuary. We’re short-staffed, I’m out of money, and some of the animals need around-the-clock care. I only took the job at the club for some extra cash to tide us over until our next fundraiser.”

She needed money? Finally, a problem Damien could solve easily! Damien was loaded, though he never said so out loud. He’d learned that lesson the hard way ages ago after accidentally attending a fundraiser.I thought it was a wine tasting. He’d made the mistake of saying he was wealthy, and to this day, they still hounded him for donations.

Fools. One does not get rich by spending their money on needy orphans.They got rich by investing in companies that gave the children important mining jobs.My Apple stocks are through the roof.

“How much?”

“How much what?” Jac asked.

“Money. How much do you need to get you through to the fundraiser?”

She shrugged. “More than you have. Also, I couldn’t take your money. I mean, you’re not a very good stripper, and you have to eat like everyone else.”

She actually thought he was a real stripper? Strange that she wasn’t picking up on his good breeding and deadly vibes.

“Yes, well, I have friends who are passionate about philanthropy,” he lied. “Allow me to make a few calls. How much?”

“Fifty thousand, but that doesn’t count any emergencies.”

“Tell you what, Jac; you help me convince Dash to do what male dragons were born to do, and I will get you one hundred thousand dollars. Do we have a deal?”

Her green eyes lit up. “Ye-yes! Can you really get that much money?”

Damien had enough wealth to last him ten lifetimes. Or twenty if you went by 1800s standards.

“I can have the money to you tomorrow, after our dragon has successfully spread his seed.” Damien would help Jac regardless, but he wanted to do this one last thing for Sky.

Even if she laughed at my pelvic-thrust moves.She hadn’t been laughing in bed.So who’s really missing out now? Ha!

“Okay, so what do I have to do?” Jac asked. “How do I convince him to, errr…mate?”

“He seems to like you, so maybe just ask for his help.”

“And if he says no?” she asked.

“You are a very beautiful woman. Try crying.”It works on me.

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